Roxas and Vani are the biggest haters on Soriku. I feel Vani acts very supportive towards it with when he talks to Sora then talk crap about it with Roxas while Riku in the same with room them 😭😭
VANI AND ROXAS BEING HATERS IS SO FUNNY TO ME
Roxas is only a hater cuz he thinks Sora could do better. Vani just likes to push Riku’s buttons
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you know what, fuck you *weezers your heart hotel*
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How to tell the difference between the heart hotel gang:
Sora:🌈 ✨traumatised✨🌈
Roxas: 🤬traumatised🤬
Ventus: 😰traumatised😰
Vanitas: 🔪traumatised🔪
Xion: traumatised but in 💅🏻girl font 💅🏻
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One of the best things ever about kingdom hearts is 100% the heart hotel and all the ideas that come from it. So unique and such a fascinating thing to think about and ponder the implications of, esp in terms of sora and how it’s INSIDE OF HIM. I doubt nomura will ever really focus on the heart hotel but I think of them so often and eat up any crumb of it in canon bc it’s just so good
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See this post first and also this comic by @tharkflark1
I talk about Sorikai hanging out with the ‘Buya Gang a lot but what about the heart hotel. Ven getting along well with protective older brother beat while and Roxas and Xion are figuring it out with Rhyme.
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You wake up with holes in your memory.
Holes you don't know exist until later.
You're given a mission, you take it in stride. You've saved the world once so a second time isn't too bad. Though sometimes you feel things towards places and people you don't know. Crooked smiles, the gentle and eternal sunset, sky-blue ice cream that tastes salty then sweet—the traces of Summer constrict your lungs. Huh? What's this? They question why you're shedding tears. You don't know the answer.
You're met with faces you don't—you do—know, and yet they know you. They call you another name and it doesn't ring a bell. Over time, it gets annoying as they look past you with smirks and no care about who you are. Secrets and missing friends drive you to anger. Why does no one say anything?
Who is, what is, why is—why, why?
The answers are weird. There was a you, not you, but you. They had a different name but a similar face, but different hair and the way they smiled was a bit different. Everyone says they were you but when you see their visage for the first time, they seemed like someone else. They lived a life you didn't. You don't know what exactly they lived through, you just feel the weight of a deepened loss.
You, everyone says. It's you.
But that feels wrong. Memories blend and blur like a watercolor painting, but it feels distant. Them. Not you.
And when you understand, feel, the gravity of their existence, you wonder why they were made to be you. You feel like you can't comprehend fully, what it means to be you or them. What is you, what was never you. There was more too. One, two, three, maybe four. Preceding, succeeding—what were the bits that belonged to you?
You, you, you.
Who are you really?
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